Not every woman gets completely distracted just because a man-beast is sitting there butt naked with nothing on but a towel. I strengthen my resolve to just eat and finish long before Magnum does. It would be awkward having a meal in silence if I didn’t desperately crave peace of mind from this man – and distance.
When I’m finished eating, I don’t leave any reasons for Magnum to bitch and complain. I clear my plate up and start quietly washing up my dishes. I expect him to either leave his plate on the table and take his naked ass upstairs or to bring it over to me. I don’t expect this giant to soundlessly cross the room – without his plate – and wrap his arms around my waist.
My stomach clenches up nervously as his warm, giant arms slide around me. What the hell is Magnum’s deal here? I stop washing my fork as my body responds with immediate tension. I don’t need Magnum coming over here with his mysterious arm movements.
“I’m busy, Magnum.”
“You’re pregnant. You could use a hug.”
“I could use…” I trail off and bite my lower lip. For the first time in my life, there isn’t actually anything that Ineed. Magnum provides for all of my needs – including my need to stay busy and have my own income with the business. I can’t complain aboutanything.
He only makes it worse when he kisses my neck and whispers, “Whatever you want, I’ll make it happen.”
“I don’t need you to make shit happen in my life.”
My aggression comes out so easily the second I have room to express my feelings. It’s been years since I’ve been vulnerable with anyone – especially a man. Magnum strutting into my life with his gigantic pierced dick and his warm arms, constantly wrapped around me, just adds to my internal confusion.
He doesn’t even balk at my rude statement. He doesn’t pull away when it’s abundantly clear that I’m shoving him away from me. Magnum remains steadfast in the wake of my emotional instability – and I hate feeling so exposed.
“I know you don’t need any man at all, miss pink hair,” he says. “But I’m the father of your child and contract or not… if you really think about it… we’re connected forever.”
Those words send a surge of terror straight through me. I fight back the urge to respond physically and kick my legs back like a donkey breaking free from the farm. I push my hips back instead, intending to shove Magnum away from me, but instead pressing against his barely-covered crotch. That towel does absolutely nothing to hide his erection.
Magnum wants me to feel it too. His arms tighten around my body and he pulls me close, purposefully misinterpreting the way my hips push into him as a sign of my desire for him. My baby bump doesn’t exactly help me to keep my balance.
“We don’t have to be connected forever. We have a contract and at the end of the contract, I can afford my own lawyers and cut down on all the interaction between us.”
He chuckles. Which just infuriates me more.
“We won’t be cutting down on our interactions at all, Damara,” Magnum says ominously. Does he think I have no choice here? His ass is lucky I haven’t taken this baby and escaped to the first country I can think of that starts with a ‘T’.
Trinidad? Magnum thrusts his hips forward with a throaty growl that makes me forget all about the land of doubles and Machel Montano. His dick pokes my back aggressively and I can feel it smacking against my organs with as much force as I would expect from a baseball bat.
“You’re going to take your sexy pregnant ass upstairs and spread those legs for me,” Magnum murmurs. “After I’ve fucked your pregnant pussy until you cream all over my cock, you’re going to sit up in bed nice and relaxed and start planning our wedding.”
He breathes out slowly with a predatory warm breath creeping up my neck. I freeze in utter disbelief. Magnum has lost his mind.
The worst part is that he doesn’t seem to realize it.
“If you want to punish me, make it expensive,” Magnum says, as if that will make me suddenly want to hear out his insane fucking plan.Planning our wedding.
My ears start ringing from the sound of the crazy ass bullshit Magnum just said to me. I respond reflexively, even if I’m clearly in danger. “We’re not getting married.”
I don’t know what possessed me to say such a thing to a man clearly breaking with reality. I should have known he lost a few marbles when he came downstairs with barely-covered ass cheeks, but now I have confirmation that Magnum has plunged off the deep end.
This is all my fault for laying it down on Magnum and jiggling my ass cheeks on his dick a few times. His fierce gaze remindsme that Magnum could easily overpower me. He doesn’t care about scaring me. He wants me scared – and obedient.
“Wearegetting married,” Magnum says. “Now you’re going to get upstairs or I’ll smack your ass so hard your hair changes color.”
I bite my tongue. Magnum looks serious. If all he wants is sex,fine.I’ll distract him with a romp in the bedroom and we can ignore all this silly talk about relationships, love, and a future after I give birth to his heir. Fate didn’t push us together. A rogue actor drugged us both and chose this strange path.
Scowling at Magnum so he knows in his soul that we’re not at all finished arguing, I storm off to the bedroom. My heart pounds. I should be defending myself from Magnum’s advances. Not spreading my legs for him. He senses my defiance and follows me, clearly suspicious of my plans to avoid listening to him.
“Turn around,” Magnum says when I don’t immediately face him upon realizing he’s following me. I turn around.
“You are annoying.”
“Yes,” he says. “But so are you. Sit on the bed.”
